Running

Place: Ft.Ord beach with rough, scary waves

Situation: Walking to the beach via a windy, sandy, beach access trail through coastal bluffs. The trail was windy and we couldn't see around the curves, also, the wind was strong and hard to hear over.

Freak Out Moment: Sammie running full force ahead of us around the curves in the trail (we couldn't see her and she's quick), all the way out to the beach, and stopping only about 10 feet from where the waves reached and me frantically chasing behind her and screaming at her to stop. (She probably couldn't hear me, but if she did I don't think she cared).

Me: (after giving her a swat) "Sammie do not run away from me! You need to stop when I say stop!"

Sammie: "But I'm a good runner, mommy!"

Yes you are Sammie, yes you are.